Tuesday, March 23, 2010

selling packing the house - delving with lawyers and banks and agents and all sorts - it's a bourgeois town. got a copy of 'The Golden Bough' for the trip. so we are almost there - just a few days to go. this is, like all poetry, an autobiography. the last few days in a few lines.

The purple bloom of IolaThe crimson crush of rose petalSpilt blood and fleeting beautyPoint to an ancient To a deep sorrow

A sad philosophyGoods of the spindle

III - Violet Stained Dawn

Admixture is more everyday than PurityPurity is blockage a dead endThe way of death constrictionA closure a resolution Purity is a narrowing Purity is delusionAdmixture is the everydayThe contact which brings Renewal

The hollowed out immature dragonflyHangs Christlike across the fineLines of the spider dew drop webEarly morning low angled sunRefracts the drops of waterForming spherical rainbowsAround and about the corpse RegenerationAllowing the spiderTo live another day

The light and the water mixAnd rise and form a billowingBlanket over the creek